"Is it possible to love someone out of pity..?"

Ever since I first invaded his 'personal bubble' I could tell there was something wrong with him. Something weird and almost unknown.

When I saw him again, even Ajosshi told me, "Be careful around the kid I just hired. His aura is...Depressing."

I remember him from Middle School. I was in 6th and he was in 8th. He didn't know me at the beginning, but I knew him. The whole school knew him. He walked in the halls with his head down, the occasional kid shoving him into the wall.

He wanted to cry, I can tell.

I was always told, "Stay away from him." "He's a freak." "Don't trust him." "I heard he killed someone." "He's a psychopath."

But in reality...

There was absolutely nothing wrong with him...

Or so I thought.

When I saw him again, I knew he knew it was me, but he treated me like we just met. A promise is a promise, after all.

And I don't intend to break promises.

I did the occasional stalking. Everyone thought it was weird to stalk the outcast, but I was weird in general, so they brushed it off. I was almost obsessed. I wanted to learn more about him, why he was so pushed away,,,

What was truly wrong with him.

One day, a week long Field Trip was announced. All my friends were going, but I didn't. I just told them, "My parents need all the money they can get right now." And they believed it.

But all I wanted was to talk to him.

I knew he wasn't going, I just had a feeling.

So at lunch, I quickly found him and secretly followed him...

To the school rooftop.

I quickly hid behind a wall. The roof was usually the place for popular kids, but all of them were gone because of the cold. He walked to the railing and looked down.

And that's when he took off his shoes.

I know what this means. Oh no...

I hesitated, but ran up to him and pulled his wrist back forcefully. "Don't do it! Please!" His eyes went wide from the sudden contact. His scarf and messy black hair blew in the cold wind.

He had such a cute shocked expression...

His lips were parted slightly which gave them a plump look, his eyes wide; revealing his dark lashes. His hair was halfway down his neck, and was a bit curly. His navy blue scarf went beautifully with his black uniform.

He stayed silent and stared at me. His lips forming a line as he looked away awkwardly.

I realized I still had hold of his wrist, and I was staring. Shoot. I quickly let go and bowed. "I-I'm sorry!"

He blinked a few times.

I looked up at him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head and began to put his shoes back on.

I stood there, staring blankly at him.

He grabbed his bag and quickly walked back into the school. "Oh." Was all I could say. I should make sure he doesn't try to kill himself this week.

On Tuesday, once again, I followed him to the rooftop, except I went the other way. Just in case he was looking out for me.

Just as he was about to take off his shoes, I ran up to him. And just my luck, I tripped. I'm so...Clumsy. Ugh, I'm no Snow White.

I hissed in pain as I looked at my left knee.

Blood. And lots of it.

The boy looked at my knee, then to me. His brows furrowed. He stood up, grabbed his bag, and walked towards me.

He hesitated, but held out his hand.

I took it.

Taking my wrist, he carefully led me to the nurse's office.

He walked me to one of the beds, then walked towards the door.

But what surprised me was...

Instead of leaving, he leaned against the doorway.

The nurse bandaged me up, and I walked towards him, a little limp in my steps.

The nurse looked at him and said. "He'll be fine." And before I could even reach him, he left swiftly.

Wednesday. I did the same thing going to the roof as Tuesday. He was looking out over the railing, his shoes set up nicely against it.

I stood behind him. "Um..."

He turned around swiftly and glared at me. "Okay, what the fuck is your deal." I was taken aback by his language, but that didn't stop me. "I-" He cut me off. "You what? You want to keep me alive to constantly torment me? I've seen you. I've seen you with your friends while they kicked me. I hate you. I fucking hate you. Just LEAVE ME ALONE!" He turned back around and looked at the beautiful city of Daegu. My eyes watered.

I opened my bag and took out my secret mini cookie stash. I mean my lunch. I opened up the bag and held it out to him. He looked disgusted. "Not gonna work on me, asshole. Last time I accepted a fucking cookie from one of your friends I was sick for a week. Can you guess why?" He said that last part sarcastically.

I chuckled. I have to be brave...

"What are you laughing about..."

"I promise I didn't poison them. See, look!" I shook the bag with my eyes closed, took one out and popped it in my mouth. I held it out to him once again. He looked at me then to my cookie bag.

He took one, but hesitated to put it in his mouth. He looked at me, who was almost shoving them down my throat. "My Mom made them." I said after I swallowed. I smiled at him.

He looked at me, my cookie bag, then to me again. He put it in his mouth.

His eyes lit up. He turned to me. "Ummmm...Thank you." I smiled and nodded.

"Don't smile with your mouth full, kid." I covered my mouth with the bag. "Is this better?"

"No, I can still see your mouth." He said with a slight tinge of happiness in his voice.

He ended up finishing the cookies, smiling slightly as I chewed on the bag. "Mh ild frind did thusonce." I said, my voice muffled.

"Spit that out!" He said, almost laughing.

I did so, and put it in the trash can.

Thursday came around, and I was with him on the roof again.
"Ummmm...I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why are you doing this..?"

I looked up at him. "Huh?"

"Why did you stop me from...Killing myself..?"

"Can I be honest..?"

I saw the fear in his eyes as he nodded.

"Ummmm...Well..." I innocently looked to the side. "I kinda stalk you~"

His eyes went wide in confusion. I continued. "I've heard a lot of rumors, and I wanted to see if they were true myself. And I hate being unable to help someone and them killing themselves later and I would live with the guilt for the rest of my life..." I stared wide eyed at the ground. I snapped out of it and shook my head, looking at him.

"Um.." was all he could say.

"Can I ask you something? Answer truthfully."

He nodded.

"These are based on the rumors I've heard, sorry. Have you killed someone?"

He looked offended. "Hell no!" I know you didn't, but I asked anyway.

I pretended to write down what he said on invisible paper. "Mhmm. Have you had sex?"

"Okay. One, i'M IN 8TH GRADE. And two, how the hell do you know this stuff? How fucking old are you?"

I pretended to write stuff down as I said, "People constantly say you're not a Virgin. And I'm thirteen."

"Oh...I'm fourteen."

"You're hot for a fourteen year old." My eyes went wide and I covered my mouth. "Oops..."

His face went bright red as he stared at me in shock.

"IGNORE THAT!" I said, moving on. "Ummmmm...Are you a demon?"

"Shit dude. Wish I was. Maybe then I can get karma to hit everyone like a fucking fire truck."

I laughed. "Okay okay. Mental disorders?"

He went quiet. I just realized, usually boys his age would constantly listen to music, yet he doesn't have headphones. "I don't want to talk about that."

"That's okay."

He looked up in shock. "I pretty much just said I had a mental disorder, and you do nothing?"

"Does it matter? It's not like you're hurting anyone. I see nothing wrong with you." He looked off to the side, blushing.

"What's..."

He spoke up. "What's your name..?"

I smiled. "Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You?"

"You already know my name."

"I know, but it's just polite."

"Min Yoongi."

"Can I call you Yoongs?"

He smiled. "Sure."

Friday came around. Today was free dress, our principal is nice and apparently this is his way of saying "Thank you for actually staying at school and putting up with extra work." I get to see Yoongi again today. I don't want to let him go...If it means I'll get to actually hang out with a nice person, I don't mind being bullied.

My outfit consisted of a white long sleeve and a black hoodie. Jeans are just jeans, no need to explain those. I was also wearing blue converse, which I wrote "GUCCI" on the sides. I wish I were rich.

Yoongi was wearing a tight, black and white striped turtleneck, tucked into black jeans and his normal black weird running shoes things. I don't know what they are.

I quickly ran to him. "Yoongs!" I hugged him tightly. I could feel his heart speed up, but I didn't say anything. "Please get off me..."

I let go. "I like your outfit."

"Uh, yeah...Thanks." He looked off to the side. "Your's is...Cool."

"Oh." I looked down. Why wouldn't he like my outfit..?

He saw I was upset, then realized. "Ah! I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-" He was waving his hands like crazy. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad! I'm sorry! I'm bad at compliments! Sorry!" He gave me a nervous smile.

"It's okay!" I said, happy again.

We both sat on the ground of the roof top, I occasionally ate some of my food. Yoongi didn't seem to eat much.

"So...Are you going to go back with your friends Monday?"

"No."

"W-What..?"

"I like you better."

"B-But..."

"No buts!" I said, leaning towards him. "We are friends now!"

"Um.." He avoided eye contact.

He had a joyful aura around him...

"Yoongs?"

"Hmm..?"

"Why don't you eat..?"

"N-No reason...Just don't...don't want to eat..." He smiled nervously.

"I can see right through you, ya know."

A long sigh came out of his mouth. "Am I supposed to tell you..?"

"It feels better once you say something about it, trust me. But you don't have to."

"Um.." He hesitated. "I have...Uhm...Anorexia.." His face went red, attempting to hide his face in his turtleneck.

"Anorexia..?"

"Do you know what that is..?"

I shook my head and he sighed. "It's an eating disorder. You...Starve yourself, basically..."

I looked at him for a second, then shoved my rice at him. "Eat."

"Um.."

"Eat." I said with a more serious tone.

"Or I'll kiss you."

"What the hell-" He looked at me with the most puzzled look mankind has ever seen.

"Am I speaking Gibberish? If you don't eat, I'll kiss you." I put my finger to my lips and smirked. "Right here."

He panicked. "aRE YOU GAY OR SOMETHING?!" He slid away.

"Is there something wrong with that..?"

He calmed down a bit. "No...But..." He hesitated. "I'm sorry. I overreacted."

"It's fine. And I'm bisexual. I think."

He slid closer to me. "Will you...Really kiss me..?"

"If you don't eat, yeah." His face had the word 'nervous' all over it. "I don't mind, your lips look cute~"

He covered his face with his hands. "Stop it!"

I pushed the rice towards him. He released his face and took chopsticks out of his sleeve.

"What-"

"Just in case." He said, calmly.

I cheered as he took a bite.

"How much do I have to eat for you not to...k-kiss me..?"

"Not too much~" I chuckled.

He took a few more bites then set it aside. "I don't eat too much in general, so-"

"It's fine." I cut him off. "I'm just glad you are something other than my mom's cookies."

"That was one time."

"Still. You ate a lot then."

The bell rang, signaling lunch was over. Before Yoongi could escape, I rummaged to through my bag and handed him a slip of paper. "Bye." I said, running off to my next class.

- - -

"Taehyung! The phone is ringing!" The only time our phone rings is when one of my friends call. My Mom and Dad's friends don't really call often.

I ran downstairs and picked it up as fast as I could. "Hello?"

"Um..H-Hi..."

"Yoongs?"

"Yeah...Hey..."

"Calling me right after school, are we?"

"Taehyung, is that your girlfriend?"

"No, Mom! And it's a guy!"

"Once you're done talking, come here, I need to tell you something."

"Kay~"

"Um.."

"Famous Line by Min Yoongi."

"Huh..?"

"You constantly say 'um'."

"Uh.."

"And 'uh'. But mostly um. Anyways, you should totally give me your phone number so I can call you."

"Um, okay."

"Um."

"Shut up."

He told me his number, and I said goodbye. Walking up to my mom, I immediately hugged her. "Hello, TaeTae."

"Hi Mom. What's up?"

"Your father and I have to go to Seoul for a few days, and your grandparents are busy at the moment. Do you want to spend the weekend with a friend? We'll be back Monday night."

I gasped. "Yes! I made a cool new friend, so I'll ask him!"

"Well, I'd love to meet him."

I ran to the phone again, putting in Yoongi's number and dialing. "Hello?" It was a woman's voice. "Hello! Is Yoongi there?"

"You're asking for Yoongi?"

"Yeah..?"

"You better not be one of his bullies or else I will find you. If I see him upset I swear on my life I will have you suspended."

"No worries, Ma'am! I'm a good boy, I promise!"

I hear her yelling for Yoongi.

"Um.." I heard fear in his voice.

"Um." I copied.

"Oh. Hi."

"Your Mom just threatened me."

"Oh..."

"Anyways...I have a question."

"Okay..."

"So, coincidentally, around the beginning of December, aka now, my parents go to Seoul and I can't accompany them."

"Have fun alone."

"Wait wait wait!"

"What."

"My Mom wants me to be with one of my friends, and-"

"Okay, see you."

"Yoongi!"

He groaned.

"Can I stay the night at your house this weekend? My parents will be home Monday night-"

"Mom!" Right away~

I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could hear Yoongi breathing into the phone. I'm still obsessed, someone help me.

"She says that's fine, but she wants to talk to you face to face first."

"Okay~"

"That means come to my house right now."

"Address~"

He gave me the address, I told my Mom, and quickly ran out the door.

I've seen that street before, I know where it is. I think.

- - -

"Um.."

"Hey...Yoongi..." I said, panting.

"What happened..?"

"I got lost...Then chased by a few teenagers..."

I leaned against the doorframe. "Why did they chase you..?"

"I think they were trying to rob me."

"Um.."

"I have 100,000 won on me."

"Uh...Do you want to come in..?"

"Yes please." He stepped aside. I caught my breath, and saw his mom in the kitchen, probably making dinner.

"Yoongi? Is that your friend?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"Bring him here."

He motioned for me to follow, and I did. His Mom looked at me and gasped. "He's so handsome!" I smiled. "Thank you, Ma'am~"

"And polite!" She turned to Yoongi, and in full seriousness, said, "Keep him."

Yoongi's face went pink. "We're not dating..."

"But you would be so cute together! Look at him, he can make you happy!" I just giggled.

"She's right, Yoongi~" I licked my lips and winked at him.

"C-Can we stop talking about this, please..?"

- - -

Yoongi and I sat in the middle of his room, just talking. Sleepover #1 is a go.

"Hey, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Um...At lunch...Did you flirt with me..?"

I nodded.

"Does this mean I have to flirt back..? I don't really know how this stuff works, I don't pay attention when they talk about it..."

"You don't have to unless you want to~" I wiggled my eyebrows.

He looked at me, then looked away. I crawled closer to him. "Are you okay..?"

"I don't know if I like you, sorry."

I blinked. "You don't have to. Here, I have an idea. Flirt with me, and see how you feel. I'll respond as one Taehyung does~"

He nodded hesitantly. "How do you properly flirt with someone..?"

"Okay, imagine you're with your girlfriend or boyfriend. You want to say something sweet to them, compliment them."

"Um..You're not very good at explaining, but I'll try." I smiled.

"Um.." He thought for a moment. "I don't-"

"Here. I'll say something, and you respond to it positively." He nodded.

"Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you."

"Ohhh, I get it! Because the second day we met you tripped and scraped your knee!"

I burst out laughing. "Not the reaction I was expecting, but okay!"

He shrugged. "I'm not cutout for this stuff."

- - -

Time for sleepover #2! We spent the whole day together; well, he spent most of the day sleeping while I got to know his mom; but it's time!

This one wasn't as chatty as the first, we played games mostly. His mom also made us take showers.

Then #3 came around. I learned a lot about him in these past two days, and I'm glad. He's a nice person, I like him...

"Yoongs!"

"Yeah..?"

I rolled off his bed and flopped into the floor, then scooting up towards him. "Um.."

Sitting up, I took his hand and said with the biggest smile I could muster, "Marry me."

He blushed big time, looking at me, very confused.

"Just for a day! Marry me!"

"Um.." He looked off to the side, his mouth forming a line. "Okay okay! Be my boyfriend for a day!"

"Um..Why..?"

I scooted closer to him. "Because I liiikeeee yoouuuuuuuu~"

He blinked a couple times. "Me..?" He looked around him to see if there was anyone else.

"Yup, you~"

"M-Me?!"

"Yeah..? What about it..?" He looked deep in thought. "Y-You barely know me, and now you say you like me..?"

"You're easy to read."

"H-HUH?!" He was taken aback.

"It's not a bad thing. My Grandma taught me an effective way to read others, so to me, it's easy. Should've cleared that up."

"Wait..." He calmed down, now looking at me. "Come to think of it, I barely know anything about you!"

"Hmm..? What do you mean..?"

"For all I know, you might just be saying this and being nice to me so you can make me vulnerable!"

I immediately hugged him. We were sitting down, but that changed quick. He fell backwards, causing me to release him and catch myself.

This was awkward. "I-I-Um...Uhh...."

I blinked a few times. "Hi." I said, smiling.

His breathing was heavy, and he looked freaked out.

"Is it bad I want to kiss you..?"

"D-Don't do that!!" He said, immediately putting his hands over his mouth. "W-What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I quickly got off him. "S-Sorry..."

He sat up, giving me a glare. Wow, he's good at that. I lowered my head and my eyes started to water. I'm an emotional child.

"H-Hey...I-" He reached for me, but stopped himself. I sniffled a bit, just my eyes watering caused my nose to go all bonkers.

He went quiet. "T-Taehyung..."

He said my name... I looked up at him as a single tear rolled down my cheek. "H-Hey, I-"

"Sorry." I interrupted. "It truly was an accident, I didn't mean to take you down and end up like that. I feel stupid." He scooted close to me.

"N-No...I-"

"Don't do this, Yoongs. Don't get yourself involved in me, it'll only make things worse." I attempted to get up, but he held me down. He looked at me with the saddest puppy eyes I've ever seen. "T-Taehyung...Please...Don't go...Please...Please don't leave me...I don't want to be alone again...I'm sorry..." I leaned against the wall behind us. His hands were loose at his sides, he just looked at me.

I sighed. "Come here, put your head in my lap." He hesitated for a second, but did so.

I ran my hands through his hair, humming a calming lullaby.

After a while, his breathing slowed. I guess he fell asleep. I continued playing with his soft hair until I fell asleep myself.

- - -

I felt the weight on my leg get lighter. I guess he's awake. I kept my eyes closed.

I could feel his breath on my cheek. "H-Hey..." I opened one eye. He looked off to the side. He sighed, "You have soft thighs..."

Both of my eyes shot open. "Unexpected..." I snapped out of it and smirked. "Thank you, I moisturize." He laughed quietly.

"What time is it..?"

He looked at the clock near his bed. "Umm....3am."

"Oh." I was so cold, I couldn't feel the tips of my fingers.

We both stayed silent for a second. "Well, I'm going back to bed." I layed back down onto the floor. I want to be warm...

"Ummmm....I have a bed for a reason..."

"Nah, the floor is fine."

He dragged over the mat. "You're cold."

"I'm fine."

He then shoved me onto the mat and draped the blanket over me. "You're cold." He said again with a more serious tone. He scooted over to the side I was facing and intertwined his hand with mine. "See? Cold."

"Or maybe you're just warm~"

"My hands are always cold, and if yours are colder than mine that's no good."

He released his hand and put one finger to my nose. "How the hell-"

"Okay, I admit. I'm really cold." I curled up into a ball to keep myself from shaking.

He sat next to me as I invited the blanket to my Cuddle Party.

"Last time this happened is when our heater broke..." He said to himself.

I looked out the window to see frost all along the sides, and the world a pure white. So that's why...

I looked at him and realized; his lips were blue. "You're cold."

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

I took him by the waist and pulled him close to me. He made a cute, high pitched squeak. "Um.." He said as I buried my face into his hoodie.

He shifted himself into a comfortable position, then sighed. "What did I do to deserve you..."

"Hmm..? What do you mean..?"

"The reason nobody likes me is..." I know this already.

"I was accused for shoving a boy off the roof, but he did that himself. The whole school said I did it, so I thought I was going to jail for sure. But a boy...He somehow got it on camera. He didn't even go to the school. The rumor spread that I killed someone even though I was proven innocent. The boy said he was going to the school this year, but I never got his name, nor did I see his face. He had cute mannerisms, though."

"Well," I smiled. "You can thank him now." I snuggled deeper into his hoodie.

"W-What..?"

"That was me..."

He sighed. "Thank you."

- - -

I woke up to the sound of yelling. Oh right, School. Opening my eyes slightly, I looked up at Yoongi who was in the process of putting a shirt on. "sHIT-" I screamed, making him jump. "hOLY HELL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN-" He put his hand against his bare chest and took deep breaths. "That was the first time I've ever heard you cuss-"

"WELLYOUKINDAHAVENOSHIRTONANDIMEMBARASSED-"

He looked at his bare chest and his face went pink. "Well shit."

"Ya see?"

"Why did you scream?"

"You didn't answer my basically retorical question."

"Answer mine first."

"Because you're hot. Now answer me."

"Um.." He said, clutching the shirt to his chest. "I-I guess..?" He looked off to the side with one of those 'I made the wrong decision aBORT-' faces. "Um...Question..?"

"Ya."

"You think I'm...Hot..?"

"Sexy."

"Um.." I guess he forgot he's still shirtless.

"Put your shirt on."

"Oh yeah.." He did so.

- - -

"Taehyung! Come on, we're gonna be late!"

"Okay! Okay! Give me a second!" I quickly put on my jacket as I ran outside to Yoongi.

Putting my backpack on properly, Yoongi and I start walking to school together.

"Hey, Taehyung..?"

"Are you okay..?" I responded, knowing something was wrong.

"I'm scared...That...People will hurt you because you hang out with me."

"Even if they do, I'll be fine. I'm not as weak as I look~" He looked off to the side and stayed quiet.

- - -

"Hey Taehyung..." One of my math classmates came over to my desk. "Hmm? What's up?"

"I saw you with that freak. Stay away from him."

"He's actually a nice guy if you-" Before I could finish, he walked away in disgust. "Oh..."

People keep looking at me weird. Poor Yoongs, he has to deal with this every day...

The lunch bell rang, and I ran to my locker to get my lunchbox. While heading up the stairs, someone tripped me, causing me to hit my jaw on the stair. Is this why..?

I then remembered when I saw Yoongi this morning. His body was all bruised and cut...

"Oh my God!" A girl came up to me. "I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't mean it!" She was being genuine. "It's fine."

"There are rumors going on that you're friends with Yoongi?"

"Y-Yeah, I am."

"I've always wanted to be his friend because I felt bad for him. I wish I could help. Tell him Soomi said hi~" she then walked off.

"Okay..?" Being his friend out of pity. Who are you?!

- - -

I made it to the roof, limping a bit from the fall. "Hey Tae-" he stopped and looked at my condition. The aura around him went dark. "Who hurt you..."

I panicked. "N-No one! I tripped..." He stared me down intently, then sighed. "I know you're lying. You stuttered."

"Okay...Someone did trip me, but it was an accident, I swear! She even said sorry..." He blinked a few times, then sighed. "Let's go to the corner, I don't like the way they look at you." He was talking about the other people up here. We've been alone on the roof for so long, I forgot that people come up here even though it's cold.

They looked at us weird, but I didn't care. It was Yoongi whom I worried for. Even though we were still standing, I shoved a bit of my lunch at him. "Please eat."

"No." I was taken aback by his tone. It's usually nice and sweet... "A-Are you...Okay..?"

"I'm just...Agrivated."

"By what..?"

"THOSE ASSHOLES!" He pointed towards the group of people, tears threatening to spill.

"Y-Yoongi..." I hugged him tightly, nuzzling my face into his neck. "You don't have to worry about me..." I felt his tears hit my jacket.

"I'm here. Everything will be fine."

"You promise..?"

"I promise."

Two Months Later...

My old friends don't talk to me anymore. It hurt at first, but I've gotten over it. They weren't good people anyways.

Yoongi's birthday was about a week ago, I bought him something. All he said was "Um.." and "Thank you..."

The school year was kinda close to an end. Of course, I still had to go to cram school over the time I have off from normal school, but at least I can do things.

Ever since people found out I've been hanging with Yoongi, they started hurting me. I have bruises all over my body, but I cover up the visible ones. I don't want him to worry. Other than that, today's the day.

I quickly ran up to the top of the roof. I'm excited and nervous. Nervouscited.

He was sitting down already. He had a red scarf on today. Nice change. I walked up to him and smiled. "Hey Yoongs~"

"Oh...Hi." He waved awkwardly.

I sat down across from him. "I have something important to ask you..."

"Ah, so do I..."

"Y-You go first!"

His eyes widened. "Um..." He stood up. I did too.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yah," his face went red. "W-Will you go out with me..?"

I was taken aback. Confidence. Me likey. "That's what I was gonna say!"

"S-So...That's a yes..?" His face lit up as I nodded my head.

He jumped at me, engulfing me in a hug. I hugged back tightly. "I l-love you, Taehyung."

"I love you too, Baby."

"Aah, stop~" He said, laughing. We both let go. "Does this mean I can kiss you now?"

"Um.." He sighed.

"Have you ever kissed someone?" He shook his head. I smirked, "Well then, I'll make it nice and sweet for you~"

"I still want to know how you know all this stuff at thirteen." I chuckled as he said that.

"So, can I kiss you~?" I licked my lips and winked.

"You're lucky we're behind a wall and no one can see us."

I cheered. I'll take him by surprise~

He looked to the side. "Um.."

I then swiftly pinned him against the wall. "Uh..."

"And you said you weren't gay." I licked my lips again.

"Maybe I am and I didn't want to tell you." He said back.

"Aah, tone. Don't talk back to me or I'll have to punish you." He stayed silent. I inched my face closer to his, then when he least expected it, I crashed my lips onto his. He was taken aback by the force, but returned it.

His lips were soft and warm. I want more. But after a minute or two, we had to part for air. "Shit..." He mumbled, catching his breath. "You're good at that..." I had his arms pinned to the wall above his head. He bit his lip. "I don't know what I-" I put my finger over his lips and shushed him. "Your wish is my command, whatever you want~" He closed his mouth.

He slowly connected our lips, making this one slow and sweet. I released his hands, and put them around my neck, mine traveling to his back.

"Hey!" We broke apart to see a Teacher there. "Oh shit." I mumbled.

She looked really angry. "You two are coming with me!"

I nibbled on some cookies as we followed her to the Principal's office. Yoongi intertwined my free hand with his. He's...Shaking?!

His eyes were glossy and scared. "Hey..." I said in the most calming tone I could muster. "It's going to be okay." He swallowed hard.

I looked at the teacher to make sure she wasn't watching, then softly kissed his cheek. "We'll be fine. I promise."

He smiled sadly.

- - -

We were seated in the chairs in the Principal's office. He looked at me. "You know what you did, right?"

"No," I spoke. "Is it so bad to express your love to someone?! We even made sure we were out of sight!" Yoongi pulled at my sleeve. "Calm."

He sighed. "That Teacher..." He cleared his throat. "The teacher you were caught by thought you," he looked at me. "Were forcing this boy to kiss you." He said, pointing to Yoongi. "I should've asked what happened first..." He facepalmed. "But even so, you were kissing on school grounds. I'll leave you with a warning. Before anything, make sure there aren't any teachers around."

I stood up.

"Wait! I'm not done!"

Sighing, I sat back down. "I've heard a lot of rumors about you two." Yoongi's face was filled with fear.

"Hey hey hey..." He slowly looked at me. "Tae, I-" "I promised we'd be fine." I intertwined our hands together. "And I'm not going to break that."

"You two are too cute for me to get mad at..." The man said. I chuckled while Yoongi hid in his scarf.

"So, how long have you two been together? I'm sorry, I like to know about...student relationships..." I heard he was a strict guy...Is he gay? I wonder...

Yoongi, with a straight face, answered. "About 30 minutes."

The man's brows furrowed. "Ah, so sorry about barging in on that..." He laughed nervously.

"Are you Gay?" I blurted out.

"Taehyung!" Yoongi slapped my arm harshly.

"Ow!" I yelped.

The man chuckled quietly. "It's okay. I am, how could you tell?"

"From what I've heard, you're a strict principal when it comes to romance. But seeing the way your face softened as you saw us hold hands, it was kinda obvious." I shrugged as he looked surprised.

"Um.." Yoongi looked awkward.

He moved on. "Boys, I want to know something."

We nodded.

"What's really the deal with you two? I hear so many bad things and I was expecting two delinquents walking into my office, but you're both very nice..."

"Well," I began. "Yoongi was framed for killing someone, but the trial didn't air on TV. He was proven innocent, but everyone thinks otherwise. I decided to get to know him and go deeper down the rabbit hole, and to be honest, Yoongi is the nicest person in this while school." Yoongi hid himself in his scarf. "No, I'm not..."

"Yes you are. Don't talk down about yourself." He snuggled deeper into the piece of clothing, his whole face bright pink.

"Are you two being bullied?" I panicked. Yoongi can't know, I don't want him to worry...I'm sorry... "I'm not...But Yoongi is..." Yoongi's head popped out of his scarf.

"What do they do to you?"

"They...Kick me...and..." He hesitantly lifted his shirt to reveal a cut made by a blade. My eyes teared up at the sight. "...They cut me..."

The man looked very sympathetic. I scooted closer to Yoongi, and began to rub my cheek on his. "What are you doing..?"

"Trying to make you feel better!"

"Um.." I could feel his gaze on my lips.

"Yoongi, when does this happen? The man wondered.

"Um..Usually during classes when the teacher isn't looking and during breaks...Making me late..." They do that to me too, Yoongi.

"Okay. Boys, stay in here for the rest of the day. You will be excused in your classes. Give me your schedules, I'm going to take these matters into my own hands. And come in here tomorrow during your first classes. I need names of the kids hurting you."

We both nodded.

- - -

He left his office, leaving both of us together. We moved our chairs to face each other.

"I told you everything would be okay." I smiled at him and he smiled back. Without his consent, I sat on his lap, making him turn red. But, he then smirked. "You give wet kisses, by the way." He said boldly.

My face went red, and I buried it into his scarf. He jumped a bit. "Yah! Kim Taehyung!"

"You smell niceeeee~" What shocked me was...He put his arms around me. "You make me very happy...Even if you embarrass me or make me uncomfortable...I love your company..."

"Wait...I make you uncomfortable?" He didn't respond and started stroking my hair. I relaxed a bit. "You're like a newborn puppy..." He smiled. "Crazy and wild, but also fluffy and nice to cuddle with."

I was on the verge of falling asleep. Dang, he found my weakness. I guess I actually am a dog.

"Y-Yah!" He said as I squirmed around a bit. "K-Keep still! This is-is odd already!" I was half asleep, but still conscious. After getting into a comfortable position, I fell asleep.

~~~

I watched as his breathing slowed. "This kid..." I mumbled. "You sure do move fast...You wanted to kiss me right away. I'm awkward, so I didn't say no..." I sighed as I started stroking his jet black hair again. "You would probably apologize like crazy if I told you...Then get mad at me asking why I didn't just say no, yeah?" The little thirteen year old in my lap wrapped his arms around my waist. I made some awkward noises, then remembered that he said he hugs things in his sleep. "I need to get this kid a plush or something."

My eyes wander to his waist. "Wait..." I saw a dark spot on his exposed skin.

Lifting his shirt up gently, now I know.

My eyes aren't playing tricks on me.

He's been lying.

~~~

"Yah! Taehyung! Wake up! Taehyung!"

"Mmnhhh...Five more minutes..."

"Stop making sexual noises and wake up." My eyes shot open. "You do that all the time, ya know." I mumbled.

"What the fuck-"

"Yoongs, are you okay? You're acting weird..."

"I'm fine."

"Your tone says otherwise."

"I'm fine, alright?!" He snapped. "Just get off me!"

My eyes watered, but I obeyed and slid off him. He curled into a ball on the chair.

. . .

He sniffled. Crawling next to him, a single tear slid out of my eye.

"Yoongs..If it's something I did, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

He looked up to me. His eyes were red and his cheeks were tear-stained. "Yoongs..."

"Why didn't you just let me kill myself..?"

"W-What..?"

"Nevermind."

"Yoongs, I want to make you feel better." I wiped the tears off his cheeks.

"Just kiss me."

"W-What..?"

"Maybe it'll make me feel better, I don't know. I want the pain to stop. It hurts, Tae."

"What hurts..?"

"That...That you lied to me. It hurts so much...I don't want to feel it..."

"W-What..?" How did he...

"They're hurting you, and you said they weren't. Why did you lie..?"

"I didn't want you to worry..."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. Forget about it."

We both sat in silence.

. . .

"Yoongi. Come here." My tone was serious enough to make him scared. He looked like a deer in the headlights. I parted the ground in front of me. With shaky steps, he got off the chair and sat down, but a bit far away from me. So timid..So cute...

"Closer." His eyes teared up, he was acting like an abused puppy. Ah, I feel so bad. He scooted closer. His head hung low. "A-Are you..." He said with a shaky breath. "Are you g-going t-to hurt m-me now..?"

He leaned back as I got close to him. He flinched when I put my hand on his cheek. Is this really the outcome of someone who's been hurt..? I can't believe it...I want to make him happy...But I'm not sure if I actually can...Maybe I'm not meant for him, but...I must do my best as of now.

"I would never..." I said as put my lips to his small nose.

He was shaking badly, causing me to pull away. "W-What are you doing..?" He fearfully spoke. "S-Stop being so innocent, I k-know what you want to do t-to me..."

"You do, now..?"

"Just do it. G-Get it over with. Hurt m-me, I d-deserve it."

"If that's what you want, I'll give it to you." I got closer, causing him to turn his head away and close his eyes tightly, like he's ready to be slapped. I took his chin and turned it towards me, kissing his tender lips and gently biting the bottom. I pulled away quickly. "There."

He put a finger to his. "I-I don't understand..."

"Want it harder?"

"Um.." He put a hand on his chest. "I d-don't know...But...M-My heart is beating r-really fast..."

"Wait..." His brows furrowed. "Do you know what you just said..?"

"What?"

"Y-You said 'want it harder'...That's...Sexual..."

I winked.

"Um..?"

"I want you harder."

"Please don't..."

"Oof."

"Um..?"

"Can I at least get a kiss~?"

"No."

He's hiding something.

- - -

They've been hurting me more than usual, and I'm running out of makeup. Anything for Yoongi, I guess...
I keep telling myself that, but I wonder if this was really a good idea.

Two days until the end of the school year.

Making sure my face is nice and clear, I run up to the rooftop to meet him again.

I walked up to see that his shoes were layed nicely aside him, his socks touching the cold ground.

My attention went to his exposed arms.

Cuts.

I ran up to him. "Y-Yoongi!"

His eyes went wide with shock as he saw me, immediately covering his open wounds, dropping the bloody knife, letting it clank on the ground.

He immediately gave me a death glare. "You're late."

"A-And you're hurting yourself! I want to help! Let me help you!" I got closer to him, but he lashed out. "NO! STOP!" Hot tears streamed down his face. "I CAN'T! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!"

"Yoongi, I-"

"SHUT UP! OKAY?! JUST SHUT UP!" His blood dripped from his arm to the ground. "I CAN'T LIVE WITH THE BURDEN OF KNOWING SOMEONE ELSE IS HURT AND IT'S MY FAULT...It's all my fault..." He choked on his tears, "T-Taehyung...I think it's b-b-best...If we're.." he hesitated. "Not together anymore..."

My eyes widened. "W-What..."

"I c-can't handle this...I can't handle y-you...I'm sorry..."

And with that, he walked away.

All I could do was cry.

Last Day.
I have to make sure Yoongi doesn't die.
We may not be together, but I still care about him.
I ran up to the rooftop, to the very first spot we met.
And there he was, sitting on the railing, looking down.
Without thinking, I screamed.

"Don't do it, please!"

He ignored me and dangled his feet.
But I could hear him mumble. "Fuck you."

I ran up to him as fast as I could.

He jumped.
Reaching my hand out, I caught his wrist.
"LET ME GO!"

"NO! I WON'T!"

His eyes went wide with shock as my tears hit his pale face. Please don't drop him...Please don't drop him please don't drop him...

Using both of my hands, I lifted him back up and over the railing. I'm lucky he's light...

"Woah-" he fell right on top of me, his head on my chest.

"Oh my God...You're safe...You're safe..." I said with shaky breath, tears streaming down my face. "O-Oh my G-God..." My breathing was unsteady, I was choking out sobs.

He just...Layed there. I could feel him breathing...

"Y-Yoong-gi...?" He stayed silent. "P-Please respond to m-me..."

"Mmh.." Was all he said as he exhaled.

"A-Are you h-hur-rt..?" I can't stop crying...

He sat up, I followed.

I looked at him. His eyes were red and puffy, his hair was a mess, his cheeks were tear-stained, and his arms were cut and scribbled on. His wrist had a faint red from where I held tightly.

He stayed silent.

"Yoong-gi..." He glanced at me quickly, obviously avoiding eye contact. "H-Hyung..."

His eyes widened. "You called me..." He didn't finish his sentence.

"Can you promise me something..?"
He hesitated, but nodded slowly. "Don't break it, okay?" He nodded again. "Don't kill yourself...Anything but that...Please..."

He looked to the side. "Promise me something, Taehyung."

I nodded. "Anything."

"If we see each other again..."

"...Let's pretend none of this ever happened, okay? We don't know each other."

"...Okay."

5 years later. . .

"Wait...Who?"

"His name is Min Yoongi. I've said this three times, Taehyung. Pay attention."

"Oh...Sorry..."

"You know him..?"

"N-No. I don't." I hesitated. "I've..."

"I've never heard of him."

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I'm sorry this was so long, but yE BACKSTORY!